Sharpened Poems - Poems about Sharpened

...Tick-tock ya can’t rewind Time doesn’t stop or fall behind Clock hands cut like a sharpened knife Time doesn’t lose it runs your life Born with a cry blink then you're grown Chasing years you’......

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...Most of have heard or read the Adventures of Peter Pan A boy who never grew up and lived in Never Never Land The rewritten story goes that Tinkerbell is in love with Pete but in the original shado......

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... Corrosion seeps into a floundering mind, Disembodied memories unbind. Set free, lacerating into a trembling spine, Threads of a soul spill, taunting it’ll never be fine. Abandon the white......

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...(A lone voice whispers) Like a lone argus-eyed oblique tattered caliginous silhouette Moving extremely cautiously in the severe, deadly silence The Mistress of the Voices of the Dead Poe ......

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... Why to you have sides, front, back, left and right besides, betides? I'm offside, on no one's side. Why regret and hide the gnarls, scars and wrinkles on your hides? Why be ashamed of the......

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...We live — but not on level ground, We are sunlight clinging to the edge of a crumbling wall. I remembered Grandmother’s voice, She warned me once: “Boy, beware the fall.” We leap — and soon en......

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...Lurid looks have been thrown at me Deadly daggers sent to pierce my heart Why do some insist on acting beastly waging war in attempts to tear me apart? How long can I go on pretending I'm not in......

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...I have my quill sharpened My scrolls ready once again I’m running this long writing race Not to win, but to find my place I seek to grow in every line To learn & to stumble & to refine To sha......

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...The Diary Letter to Beatrice (A lone voice whispers, as the right hand, takes careful notes) In the deepest of silence I always walk Deep in thoughts, into my own created Maelstrom of D......

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...I write because silence was a tyrant with a velvet muzzle. Because childhood was a soundproof cage, and I was taught to swallow every scream like communion. “Poetry is not therapy,” the judge......

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...What's worse than a malicious master of manipulation? Two who join together to play Pin the Tail on their prey Continuously and clamorously... asses love to bray Cruelty is not always physical ......

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...her sharpened cheekbone cutting the blustering wind majestically......

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...“As God’s spark ensouling organic form, I am that presence which cannot be named, felt within as a magnetic bliss storm, divine pulsation that cannot be tamed, gentled by His touch, w......

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...There’s a small committee in my brain, chaired by Regret and Vice-Chair Shame. They meet on Tuesdays, drink Earl Grey, and critique my past like a tragic play. There’s Memory #12 in a velvet ve......

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...One day you will look back at this version of yourself, the one who remained gentle even when life sharpened at the edges, the one who kept showing up even when it seemed impossible to try anymore,......

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